The scene before them was a nightmarish hellscape, evidence of the evils of war, the toil, the price, and the sacrifice necessary to fuel progression and continue conflict—a crumbled land of bloodied, mangled, and incomplete corpses. The sight could curl blood within one's veins, and Tilly was experiencing that sensation to the fullest. Despite her identity as an Entry Moderator, rarely did she land within the active battlefield or see the chaotic horrors that were left behind.
Hands over her mouth, Tilly visibly trembled at the sight of thousands of dead. Gently, a strong hand held her shoulder, granting her a cool sensation of comfort and safety. She leaned in, finding warmth in proximity; only then was she able to stop shaking out of terror.
